Oklainis Extract pg55-57Silence bursts. There is only the far sound of the squeaky door and of the cars travelling at the town-centre. The violin is at the neck of the violinist and the bow is on the strings. The fingers are placed and create the first chords
Calm replaces the silence... Magic escapes from the bow's friction on the strings; the first chord is launched, slowly, giving the tone to the music, to the atmosphere which creates under our eyes, under our ears
I only can listen to, I only can be amazed by this starting lyric melody. It reverbs on the stone walls, giving them some color, giving them life, diffusing some lives and sprinkling hope. The music intensifies in the seconds which seems to be infinite, eternals. The pure-hearted artist's fingers glide and vibrate on the strings. All is beauty, marvel and enchantment. Nothing can perturb this moment. The bad guys stay there, listening to these magical, prodigious and unnatural sounds. Music plays with our senses. It transports us in
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